The Disintegration Of My Relationship With My Father

There have been many challenging experiences in my life that have contributed to my personal development. Every day I go through experiences that I believe make me a better person, ranging from being the president of debate club, to public speaking, to handling a problem between my friends. But the most significant experience is the disintegration of the relationship with my father. From this, I learned how to handle my problems in a more intelligent and sophisticated manner. This has been the most impactful experience of my life. I do not remember a time when my parents were actively in a loving relationship. They were divorced by the time I was five. This was not a difficult experience as a child, because even before they became officially

My relationship with my father went steadily downhill. He would get angry for reasons that were incomprehensible to me. One particular example I remember vividly was when he shouted at me for picking a dandelion. He also did not support my career as an artist. He called my art a hobby, and said I would never make any money. My father would try to push me to become a doctor, even though that is not what my dream is. Even so, the two of us were close, so I assumed his rage and unacceptance was just something I was required to deal with. I was still enjoying living in his house part time. Soon after, in the fall of 2014, I realized that things were getting worse and worse. We needed help and we went to a counselor. During my counseling, I became aware of the fact that the relationship my father and I had was not normal. In fact, it was emotionally abusive. Because of this realization, I started going to my father 's house less and less often. When I would see him, it would be torture. I would get so anxious before going I would subconsciously make myself physically ill. I missed over ten days of school junior year because I was in a constant state of anxiety knowing there would be a time in which I would have to go to his house. When I was with him, I would always be waiting for something unpleasant to happen. My father would say such rotten words to me, but then in the next second he was cheerful. Because of this it was hard to understand my emotions regarding him. I was going insane trying to comprehend my feelings.. We were still going to therapy together, and he thought that was helping. But I knew there would come a time where our relationship would be over, whether it was now, or in thirty